Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Grauzone,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.